Looking at the man heavy with worry before him, Lin Ge made a decision and had Iris fetch five bottles of liquor from the cabinet.
Iris muttered about why so many were needed, got the five bottles of drinks, and placed them in front of Lin Ge.
Bourbon whiskey, cherry liqueur, ruby port, absinthe, and champagne.
Lin Ge snapped his fingers, and cork stoppers from the bottles popped simultaneously, landing on the bar and forming a small circle.
The downcast man's pupils shrank, staring in disbelief at Lin Ge's hands. When he saw the clear streams of liquor fly from the bottlenecks and merge into a sphere in mid-air, his expression was even more shocked, and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide.
But he didn't make a sound, didn't interrupt Lin Ge, merely watched dumbly.
As ice cubes, appearing out of the air, melted into the drink, his body trembled, his eyes bulged, fixated on those pure chunks of ice.